Louis Untermeyer Poems
|1.||A Side Street||4/16/2010|
|4.||End Of The Comedy||4/16/2010|
|8.||How Much Of Godhood||1/4/2003|
|12.||Ivory And Rose||4/16/2010|
|17.||On The Birth Of A Child||4/16/2010|
|18.||Only Of Thee And Me||4/16/2010|
|19.||Portrait Of A Machine||4/16/2010|
|21.||Prayer For This House||4/16/2010|
|22.||Questions At Night||4/16/2010|
|27.||The Dark Chamber||4/16/2010|
|29.||The Victory Of The Beet-Fields||4/16/2010|
“Do you remember at the rainbow's end
Those flowers trampled by the hurrying rain,
Hanging their heads, knowing they would not spend
Their prodigal colors again?
“Hanging their heads, you laughed, afraid to stare
Back at the boundless apathy of blue.
While arched above them in prismatic air
Their seven colors grew.
“And then, do you remember how you said
That every flower beaten to the ground
Blossoms in beds of light, and shook your head,
Half playful, half profound?
“And stooped and picked two petals suddenly
And let them ...
How Much Of Godhood
How much of Godhood did it take --
What purging epochs had to pass,
Ere I was fit for leaf and lake
And worthy of the patient grass?
What mighty travails must have been,
What ages must have moulded me,
Ere I was raised and made akin
To dawn, the daisy and the sea.